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through the darkness [werewolfrry]

summary: harry’s ex is in town and she’s after you.

word count: 4,933

a/n: spooky szn is upon us, so here’s a lil halloweeny fic for you, it is werewolf!harry and at the end of the month I also have a vampire!harry scheduled too!! also if you’re a supernatural fan, spot the reference) enjoy!

You knew it was coming, had been preparing yourself for the past week, but no matter how ready you thought you were, the second those words slip from his lips, all that preparation goes flying out the window.

"I don't love you, you need to leave. You're not welcome here," he shrugs as though his words hold no effect, but they have your knees buckling, head spinning.

You feel sick to your stomach, bile raising in a toxic burn up your dry throat. The room begins to spin, and it’s like you can feel the crack in your heart begin to split it into two.

You knew it was coming, yet it was only yesterday he was kissing all over your face, making you giggle and feel loved. Told you he loved you, that you were his mate, the only one for him. What a joke.

You try desperately to compose yourself, to will the tears back and not shudder out a broken cry. But no matter how hard you try, how hard you silently beg and will yourself, the tears begin to pool in drowning waves in your eyes.

"But... but I don't understand?" you croak.

You try to take a tentative step toward him but he only takes two steps back, denying you any form of closeness.

"What don't you understand? I don't fucking love you. I don't want you, alright? Get your shit and get the fuck out," he spits it through gritted teeth, eyes glowing that familiar amber that once brought you comfort.

"What did I do? We were fine yesterday, Harry. What... What about Liliana?"

There’s no sense of shame or pride in your desperate voice. How can there be? A new threat comes into town, and you’re kicked to the curb by who you thought was your own mate. Shoved out and away from your pack, away from everyone. Left entirely alone.

"We were never fine, Y/N. You've always been a toy and now I'm done with you. I care about the pack, not you. I couldn't give a shit about what happens to you."

You don’t bother hiding the tears, don’t bother trying to conceal the sobs that tear through your chest and Harry just shakes his head at you, looking at you in disgust. Looking at you like you’re nothing compared to him. Nothing to him. But he's everything to you.

"You told me you loved me," you hiccup.

It’s pathetic really, how messy you've become a matter of seconds. How your entire life can change in the blink of an eye. You’re left thinking, questioning if anything between you was ever real.

Harry rolls his eyes. “How else was I supposed to get between your legs?"

The entire house falls silent, though Harry and the rest of the eavesdropping wolves can still hear your heart shatter in your chest. You suppose you’ve got your answer.

"Fuck you.”

You shove past him before he can catch sight of your tears. You can’t handle the idea of him seeing you even more vulnerable, weak.

As soon as you open the door, the others jump away in an attempt to conceal their nosiness. None of them can look at you, their eyes glued to the ground and that only hurts you more. They’re not just your friends, they’re supposed to be your family, your pack.

You shove past them, too, not bothering to collect your things. You can’t be anywhere near any of them right now, so you leave. Broken, tearful, lost. You leave, and they let you.

The pack watches their alpha exhale a deep breath through gritted teeth, can see his claws piercing the soft skin of his palms as he tries to control himself.

If they’re being honest, they’re just as confused as you are. One minute, the both of you are fine and in love, disgustingly in love. The second? Well, this.

“Earth to Y/N.”

You blink.

“Sorry, daydreaming.” It’s a quiet murmur, but your sister hears it, nonetheless.

"Dude, your pumpkin looks like shit.” She’s laughing at the god awful carvings on your pumpkin but you can’t bring yourself to find it as amusing as she does.

It’s been two weeks since you last heard from Harry, since the incident. And for the past two weeks you’ve been hoping, praying that he’ll show up at your door and pull you into your arms, but he hasn’t… he won’t.

"Don't get why we're doing this, Halloween isn't for another three weeks," you mumble, shoving the carving tool into the side of your pumpkin and slouching back.

Melissa scoffs. "Halloween is for the whole month. Besides, this is practice for the real thing."

Her words fade out as you find yourself lost in your thoughts again, thoughts about Harry and if he and the pack were safe, wondering if the threat had left or was still lurking in the shadows.

"I think I'm gonna go home, I'm tired and work was draining," you sigh, standing from the sofa but your sister watches you wearily.

"Harry's a dick. Thinks he can treat people like shit 'cause he's an alpha. Don't mope over him, babe," she scolds, offering a small hug and a kiss to your cheek.

You brush her off, kissing her other cheek and grabbing your bag. You don’t really want to get into it again. It’s still too fresh, too painful.

"I'll call you later.”

The air is cold outside, your mind stuck on him, the way his stupid curls sat atop his head. You can imagine him walking beside you, cheeks so rosy it puts his pink lips to shame. He'd no doubt be wearing two hoodies and a jacket, even though he was always warm.

Your heart aches at the thought, you miss his touch and warmth, the way his huge hands would hold yours. You miss his comfort and the overwhelming sense of safety whenever you were with him.

You miss him and it hurts.

Your thoughts overtake your perception of time and before you know it, you’re unlocking the door to your apartment and kicking it shut behind you.

Flicking on the light, you kick off your shoes and drop your purse on the little table beside the door. It’s not until you wander toward the living room that you notice the lamp on and immediately you freeze. You remember turning all the lights off before you left for your sisters, and no one but you has a key.

Swallowing thickly, you grab your shoe and hide it behind your back, white grip on the sole as you prepare yourself to potentially beat the intruder with it. It’s when you peer around the corner that you spot a familiar head of unruly curls and a set of particularly tattooed hands, and your heart stops.

Your grip on the shoe falters as it falls to the ground, the sound reaching the sensitive ears of the werewolf and his head snaps up toward you.

"Harry?" You can barely choke out his name, willing yourself not to cry or scream.

He stands from the couch, wiping his clammy hands down his thighs. Clearing his throat, he smiles softly.

"Hey, petal.”

Your feet move before you realise what you’re doing, and within a second, you’re in his arms again, legs wrapped around his waist and your face buried in the crook of his warm neck.

Harry wraps his strong arms around your middle, holding you tight as he can, and you finally let out a sob into the nape of his neck.

"I'm so sorry. I wanted to run right after you, fuck," he whispers, his own tears falling freely down his flushed cheeks and you pull away from him.

Cupping his warm cheeks in your hands, you squish his lips and kiss him with everything you have. Harry is quick to kiss you back, squeezing your middle and swiping his tongue against your bottom lip.

You allow him access, your tongues messily massaging one another's and he sucks your bottom lip into his warm mouth, enticing a moan from the back of your throat.

Hastily, he pulls away, setting you back to your feet and cupping your cheeks in his hands, brushing away the stray strands of hair from your face.

"I'm sorry," he whispers.

You shake your head. "No, don't. It's okay, we had to make it believable, I know you didn't mean it," you rush, kissing him again.

"I've just missed you so much. I wanted to come sooner, but the pack-" you cut him off with another kiss and the shake of your head.

"No, it's okay. They don't suspect anything, do they?" Harry shakes his head, allowing you to pepper kisses to his face.

"No, I mean, Teddy hates me and Ryan won't talk to me, but other than that, no one suspects a thing. You haven't told anyone, right?" he sighs.

You shake your head. "No, my sister hates you, though. God, I can't wait for this all to blow over," you huff, cuddling into his chest.

Harry nods. "I know, petal, fuck I just wanna bring you back with me and tell them what's going on. I hate lying to 'em, hate being away from you."

You stare up at him, noticing his swollen lips and watering eyes. It breaks your heart, having to sneak around to ensure the safety of yourself and the pack, and to make sure the plan actually works.

The new threat in town is a Siren, a mythological creature known to use their sinfully angelic voices to lure unwary sailors to the rocks since the beginning of time.

She was bad news, that much you all knew. From the moment she stepped back into town, she'd drowned five men, and made a mental mark on your man. On Harry, the man that once loved her.

The man that now loves you.

Of course, she hasn’t made a move, not yet. Teddy and Oscar had sussed her out, quickly realised she caught your scent on him and was plotting a way to get rid of you to get Harry back.

You were a step ahead, though, the both of you devising a plan to fake a breakup so heartbreaking, even the pack would buy it. And they seemed to. And so did she.

"What if they smell me on you? Or they smell you on me? Harry, I'm scared," you quiver, and after the extensive research you'd conducted on her kind, you had every right to be.

They’re lethal, merciless. As though they have not a shred of humanity, and they do whatever it takes to get what they want.

"They won't. We'll both shower before I leave, and I brought a fuck load of aftershave and body sprays," he motions his head to behind him and you notice the bag full of shower gel, shampoo, and sprays.

You giggle, gazing back up at him and you can feel your eyes water. Two whole weeks since you've seen his pretty little face, since you've felt his hands on your body, since you felt his warmth.

"What about Lil-"

"Don't say her name," Harry cuts you off with a sharp tone, nostrils flaring and he puffs his chest out. You bow your head slightly, not meaning to upset him and he lets out a sigh.

"I'm sorry, I just-just the sound of her name makes me so angry," he’s beginning to lose himself and you can see it in his eyes, see the way they cloud over in hatred.

You tug on his shirt to bring him back to reality, catching his eyes as they gloss over with love instead. "I know, Harry, she's not my favourite person either," you joke halfheartedly.

"I know, darling. I didn't come here to talk about my psycho ex, I came to see my incredible girlfriend for the first time in two weeks," he noses at your hairline, taking in your comforting scent that he’s missed these past two weeks.

You let out a soft giggle. "Yeah, it's been hell," you mumble, plopping onto the sofa with him and he pulls you into his side.

"Wanna talk about it?" he coos, brushing your hair away and the pads of his fingers gently massage your scalp, a feeling you’ve missed more than you realise.

"Depends how long you can stay," you joke.

"I mean I was hoping to stay the night if you'll have me," he rasps, kissing your temple and you gaze up at him with tired eyes.

"H, you're welcome here whenever you want, you know that. Especially when we're sneaking around, I want as much time with you as possible."

And so he stays the night, waking up the next morning beside you and waking you up in his own way. He knows it'll be difficult to get your scent off him after your wake up call, but he can’t bring himself to care.

He missed touching you, missed making you feel good, and he isn’t ready to deprive either of you for any longer.

When he has to leave, he kisses you tenderly and forces you to stay on the opposite side of the house while he showered and left, couldn't risk being in the same room as you after and catching your scent on him again.

As soon as he walks outside your complex, he rushes to the nearest gym and sweats out everything he can, following it with another shower and a little too much deodorant, before he wanders back to the pack house.

It goes like this for two more weeks, until one of you messes up.

The pounding on your door drums through your ears, the darkness of the powercut swallowing you whole as you frantically search for Harry's contact, calling it and bringing the phone to your ear.

You know you shouldn't call, know it’s part of the act, but you’re terrified and you need him.

"Why are you-"

"The power's out and someone keeps knocking on my door," you rush out, grabbing the flashlight from the coffee table and racing to the back of your apartment, locking yourself into your bedroom.

"Fuck, she found you. Y/N, lock yourself in your room, I'm coming.”

He ends the call right after, itching to rush to your side as you cower into the small space your wardrobe offers.

You can hear your heart beating frantically, can feel it in your chest as it hums through your bare body, slowly growing louder than the constant banging on your door.

Until it stops.

You freeze for a second, hand over your nose and lips, blocking out the heavy pants you breathe in fear. Your eyes grow wide when you hear heels clicking against the hardwood, the sound of it echoing and bouncing off the walls.

You switch off the flashlight at the sound of the doorknob of your bedroom rattling, and you find yourself biting into the soft skin of your palm.

"Babe? Honey, it's me," you hear a soft voice echo, your mind pushing back all of the fear as relief floods your system. Harry.

You rush out of the wardrobe, flicking the lock and swinging the door open before you throw yourself into his arms, clinging onto his shirt and inhaling his scent that comforts you almost immediately.

His hand rests on the back of your head, smoothing down your hair as you sob into his chest, your grip on him tightening until a blinding knock on your head forces you to loosen it, and you fall to the ground, unconscious.

"Hmm, look who's finally joining us."

It’s a sickly sweet giggle that sounds through the ringing in your ears, a dull but persistent throb in the back of your head as you blink away your blurred vision and wince.

She stands before you, dressed in a dark black number with the heels to match. She holds a smug smile, eyes full of anything but innocence, but that's not what catches your eye.

What catches your eye is the strong arms that are wrapped around her waist, that tattooed hand over her hip as his fingers rub small circles over her covered skin.

What catches your eye is the way those familiar pink lips trail up her neck, the way those pearly white teeth nipped at her soft skin and that fluffy head of curls that tickles the side of her face.

No. You shake your head. This can’t be happening.

But then those goddamn eyes meet yours and you lose all hope. His eyes are cold, empty, nothing you've ever seen before, not even in his angriest state.

He grins wickedly, as though you’re nothing but a victim to the game he and her are playing. As though you aren’t his mate, the love of his life. As though he’s never seen you before.

"Harry..."

Your lip quivers as you breathe his name. You struggle against the burning rope that ties you back to your dining chair. Liliana simply smirks and shrugs, head rolling back onto his shoulder and her fingers tangle in his hair, ushering him to continue his restless assault on her neck.

No...

With his firm grip on her waist, he spins her around, her chest flush against his and he dips his head to capture her lips against his.

No.

Harry’s hands travel up her back, fingers tangling into her hair and hers find his lower waist, dragging his hips into hers and she bucks up into him, throwing her head back as his swollen lips leave wet kisses down her jaw and neck.

No!

"Stop, please," you beg, their bodies barely visible through the tears.

The rope burns your skin as you thrash against them, desperately trying to escape their hold, but it’s no use, none of your heart-aching sobs do anything.

You know this isn’t him, it can’t be.

In Harry's state of vulnerability, while trying to get to you, she sang, sang that song you always did under your breath. She tricked him, seduced him and compelled him while in his weakest state.

The compulsion is easy to conduct on someone full of hate but on someone full of love? That’s damn near impossible unless they’re snagged in a vulnerable state, exactly what Liliana has done.

Though, the compulsion is tricky, never lasting a consistent amount of time unless you continue to feed them, continue to keep them under your spell and tell them everything they need to hear to make them yours.

You aren’t stupid, you know exactly what Liliana is doing, but Harry is a werewolf, an alpha, not one to easily be manipulated, and both you and Lily know it. It’s only a matter of time before he breaks through it, and while she’s itching to see you suffer, she knows she doesn’t have long.

She knows she has to get rid of you before he fights through the spell.

"Harry, she's being so loud," Liliana whines.

She holds his face in the palms of her hand, eyes burning into his and you watch through your hiccups.

"Shut her up for me," she commands it, softly pressing her lips to his and smiling wickedly.

You gulp as Harry turns to you, his eyes even emptier as he takes a few small steps and leans down, staring you straight in the eye. You pray it’s all just a ploy, hoping he’s faking it all and is about to set you free, but when his hands wrap around your throat and tighten, you lose all hope.

"Harry, don't do this, this isn't you, please!"

You’re begging through choked sobs, his thumbs pressing into you harder. You flex your hands and fingers, willing them to grab Harry's arms and pull him away but they’re trapped beneath the rope, behind your back.

"Don’t let her take over, you need to wake up.”

Your words come out in a cry, face burning as your blood boils and your air supply gets cut off. You thrash in your seat, blubbering like a fish out of water as tears stream down your cheeks.

Liliana's smirk falters at the sound of your voice, the words that spew from your mouth in a pathetic attempt to get to him. "Shut up!" she spits.

"Wake up Harry, wake up.”

Your voice is a distant whisper, a desperate cry for help and the light twinkles against the tears in your eyes, catching Harry's gaze and his pink lips part open.

Liliana takes a tentative step forward. "Harry shut her up."

"Wake up," your eyes begin to twitch, rolling to the back of your head as you whimper out his name again, resetting the warmth within him and slowly, his grip loosens.

"Harry," she speaks dangerously, her tone a warning but he ignores him, can’t take his eyes off you.

"H, please. Wake up," you whisper, eyes opening again to stare up at him, to beg him to listen to your voice, to let it guide him back to you as he desperately searches for the light in the darkness.

"Fucking kill her!"

It’s as though every word she speaks, it brings him back in, his hold on your throat tightening and loosening, and your racking your brain for something, anything to get him to snap out of it.

"Poughkeepsie.”

Harry flinches at the word, the sound of it all too familiar. He blinks, bewildered at what you’ve just said and it’s not until you utter it again, harder this time, that he snaps.

The safe word, a secret distress call between the pack. It all comes rushing back, and he quickly realises what he’s doing, eyes wide as he tears his hands away from your bruising throat. You gasp for air, body shaking as you sob out his name.

"I ask for one fucking thing and you can't even do that," Liliana snaps from behind him.

Harry spins on his heels, back turned to you and he bares his claws behind his back, the nail of his pointer finger skillfully slicing the rope and steering clear of your arm.

"You’re fucking dead," Harry growls, eyes glowing and canines bearing as you lift your arm and untie your other in frantic motions.

Liliana cackles wickedly before she continues to hum the same tune as before. Harry laughs bitterly, shaking his head and stalking toward the Siren.

"You can't do anything to me, Harry. You can't kill me with a little werewolf bite," she taunts him, heels clicking as she takes a step closer.

He doesn't say a word, doesn’t give her a chance either. His hands are on either side of her head and he twists, quickly and forcefully. Her body tumbles to the ground and he knows he only has twenty minutes at the most before she wakes up again.

"Harry," you mumble, staring at his back and he spins around with guilt-stricken eyes.

He swallows back the lump in his throat.

“It's okay, it wasn't you, just... just help," you choke out, blinking back the overwhelming sea of tears.

He kneels down, carefully tearing off the ropes and when they all fall to the ground, he gazes up at you with tearful eyes and you break into tears.

You fall off the seat and into his arms, clutching onto him and begging him not to let go as he calls the pack and demands they get to your apartment immediately. It’s only a few minutes later when they come rushing in at the sound of your sobs and Teddy gawks at the sight.

No one knows what was going on, from their understanding, Harry told you to fuck off and that was that, so why are you sobbing into his chest with a temporarily dead Siren draped over the floor behind him?

After a few seconds of silence (despite your cries), Teddy finally snaps. "Can someone please tell me what the fuck is going on?" she shrieks.

Harry turns to the pack and shakes his head with a sigh. "It was all fake, we never broke up," he briefly explains, rubbing your back as you calm down and peer over his hunched shoulder.

He knows Teddy and the others are about to tear into him but now isn’t the time. "Look, you can all yell at me later but right now, that bitch needs to go," he points to Liliana. "Now, did you bring that fucking goats blood and dagger?"

Mitch steps forward, handing over the brass dagger and little pot of blood. Harry takes them and stands from the ground, offering you a hand, which you take, and rise to your feet with him.

"And you're sure this is it?" he asks wearily, Ryan rolling his eyes. "Yes, I'm sure, I know how to do my fucking research," he huffs.

The pack turn to the body on the ground, debating how to tactically go about this without spluttering blood all over your apartment. While they decide the best way, Harry turns to you, gaze stuck on your bruising neck.

"I'm gonna have Geoff take you back to the house, okay?" He speaks softly, wanting nothing more than to touch your skin, but he fears it could trigger you in ways he can never imagine.

You shake your head frantically. "What? No, I don't want to be away from you, no, Harry," you panic, grabbing his warm hand and toying with his fingers.

His heart leaps.

"Are you sure you really wanna be around me, right now?" he asks wearily, eyes dropping to your neck and he squeezes his eyes shut, desperately trying to rid the image from his mind.

You squeeze his hand. "H, please don't think like that. I'm not leaving, not without you."

You stand your ground, cupping his pink cheeks and he instinctively nuzzles his face into your hold.

"I know you don't wanna leave, but please lock yourself in the room with Teddy, I don't want you to see this," he pleads, hands gently squeezing yours and hesitantly, you nod.

Before Teddy can usher you into your room, Harry pulls you back and cups your cheeks in his hands, tears slipping and your heart aches.

"I love you," he whispers through a trapped sob, clearing his throat, but you shake your head and hold his jaw.

"I love you," you repeat, kissing him softly and offering a somewhat of a reassuring smile before following Teddy into your room.

She locks the door, sitting beside you on your bed and at the sound of Liliana's voice, you break into sobs, falling into Teddy's side and she holds you close.

"You're okay," she soothes you, hand running up and down your back as you flinch at the sounds of glass and ceramic smashing in the room outside.

Then, it silences, and that familiar anxiety creeps up on you when the door handle rattles. You stare at Teddy in fear, watching her stand and approach the door, sniffing slightly and smiling at you.

She opens the door and Harry stands there, eyes searching for you and as soon as they find your small frame, he ushers toward you and tackles you into him.

"It's over, she's gone," he whispers, body shaking from his sobs and cries as you hold each other as close and physically possible.

"I'm sorry, petal, I'm so sorry," he sobs through his cries of apologies, pulling away to stare his handiwork right in the eye.

"Harry, it wasn't you, stop it," you scold through tears, a stern look on your trembling face and he shakes his head, head thrown back and he drags his hands down his face in frustration.

"I fucking hurt you, Y/N. I almost killed you, look at your fucking neck!" he snaps in anger at himself, sinking onto your bed and shoving his head in his hands.

"You didn't mean it. That wasn't you, and you know it. This isn't your fault, okay? Stop blaming yourself, Harry. This is because of her. Because of that bitch. She almost killed me. Not you!"

Harry looks at you hesitantly, tears slipping from those gorgeous green eyes and your shoulders drop, your own tears still free falling.

"I was so scared I was going to lose you," he admits.

You shake your head. "But you didn't, baby. You didn't, and won't," you assure him.

"You can't promise that," he tells you gently, and this time, you shake your head.

"With your help, I can," you whisper, something registering in his mind and he tilts his head.

"What are you saying?"

"What I'm saying is I'm so in love with you, that I can't breathe when you're not around, but I can't think straight when you're by my side. You're always on my mind, and I crave your touch, your voice, your warmth... all of it. Harry, you're it for me, I know it."

He stares at you for a moment, making sure he isn’t getting the wrong end of the stick and he grabs your hand in his.

"Baby..." he breathes, eyes weary and he knows what’s going through your head, he just needs to be sure you’re dead certain in your decision.

"Do you love me?" you ask, a smile falling on his pretty face.

"Honey, you're everything to me, I'd do anything just to see you smile."

"Then do it," you breathe, words slipping from your lips and it feels like you’re both walking on cloud nine, floating so weightlessly, but that’s your love; weightless.

"Turn me."

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